“Mitchell, oh, oh, Mitchell, gaaaahhhh”, then just a long string of various noises that I think were supposed to be words. I kept going as best I could until she went limp.
Looking up from my vantage point, her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head. Her breathing was ragged and hoarse. Her hands lay on her abdomen, gently rubbing back and forth. Her legs had slid off my back and her feet were now on the floor.
She finally opened one eye to look at me and croaked, “Fuck. That was — oh, god — fuck.” She swallowed hard. “Water.”
I got up and went to the bathroom to get Tammy a glass of water. Standing at the sink, I noticed that I had a huge spot where precum had soaked through my underwear and into my pants. My balls ached. Looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t know what to think. I should be disgusted with myself, with what I just did to my sister, what I wanted to do to her next. Instead, I felt proud. I made her orgasm, not once but three different times. Something I never thought I would do with any woman. I loved her on a level I couldn’t explain. As wrong as it was, it felt right to me.
She was a little more alert when I got back. I helped her sit up and she drank it down greedily. She then cupped my face with her hands and kissed me slowly and sensually.
“Nobody told me it was going to feel like that. Danielle said her first time sucked because Mark was more interested in sticking his dick in her pussy than licking it. Where did you learn to do that? I thought you were a virgin?”
“Self-study. I wanted to make sure I got it right.” I was kind of embarrassed to admit it.
“Did you like it?” Her voice was hesitant. I’ve heard some guys don’t like performing oral sex on women. I was fucking hooked on it.
I acted like I had to think about it. She punched my arm when she caught on. “There’s a feeling of power in it. You are,” I gave her an exaggerated chef’s kiss, “exquisite.”
“I’ll show you ‘exquisite”. Right now, I need to take a break.” She leaned against me and yawned. I stood up so she could lay down and I stripped down to just my underwear. I crawled in next to her, she laid her head on my chest and within seconds, was asleep.
She napped for about an hour. After getting up to pee and get some more water, she came back and crawled on top of me. Situating herself over my cock, she started rocking back and forth. It didn’t take much before I was hard again. She swung off me and practically yanked my underwear off. I stopped her as she started to bend over my cock.
“I want my first one inside you.” She seemed a little disappointed. There would be time for that later. I wanted to be one with her more than anything at that moment. She straddled me again, slightly rocking back and forth as we kissed.
“You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this, Mitchell. How many times I’ve made myself cum thinking of this. Do you want this, Mitchell?” She was going to tease me. I played along.
“Yes, I want it so bad. I want to cum inside you. I want to suck on your nipples while you ride me. Please fuck me, Tammy. Fuck me hard.”
Her grin looked evil. “Okay, if that’s what you really want.” She raised up on her knees, grabbed the shaft of my cock and pointed it up towards the entrance to her pussy. “Here we go.”
I was pretty well lubed with precum at this point and she was almost dripping wet. She lightly rubbed the head of my dick against her labia and slowly worked it into her opening. She lowered herself slowly, pausing to adjust to the width as she slid down. I got lost in the sensations as she slid down, then up a little, and then down a little more until she was fully seated. I felt something wet hit my cheek. When I looked up, she had tears running down her cheeks. I reached up to cup her face with my hands.
“I love you, Tammy. Are you –?” I knew she was a virgin and I thought I might have hurt her somehow.
“I’m okay, it feels so much better than I hoped it would.” She smiled as she said it.
“I didn’t feel — ” I started to say but she put a finger over my lips.
“I got rid of that a while ago, before we went out of town that time. I told you I was ready that night, remember?”
She put her hands on my chest to prop herself up and started grinding back and forth on my pubic bone with hers. I could feel her rhythm pick up and watched her eyes close and her mouth open slightly. Her breathing picked up as she dropped her head, pushed down with all of her weight, and came hard, moaning “Yes, yes, yes.”
After riding her orgasm out, she laid down on top of me. We kissed and I could feel her pussy still squeezing me as I stayed inside her. Propping herself back up, she proceeded to do what I assumed were Kegels with me inside her. Whatever the fuck it was she was doing, amazing doesn’t begin to describe it, all while sliding up and down my shaft.
I could feel my orgasm starting to build. So did she. We rolled over so that I was on top of her, with her legs wrapped around my waist and I was propped up on my elbows. Giving my cock a squeeze with her pussy, she looked into my eyes and gave me an order I couldn’t refuse.
“I love you so much. Now fuck me, Mitchell. Fuck me like you mean it.”
So I did. I started slowly so we could get in sync, and when we got that going, I started driving harder and harder. She was watching my face when we weren’t kissing. I vaguely remember telling her over and over again how good she felt and how much I loved her.
I read one time that a man’s very first orgasm is the one he remembers most and every other orgasm after that is just trying to chase that feeling. I disagree. The orgasm I had was the most intense one I had ever had to that point in my life. It felt like it lasted forever but it was over too soon. There was no way I was getting hard again any time soon after that one.
It didn’t help that Tammy whispered in my ear, just before I let go. “Get me pregnant, Mitchell. Give me a baby.” Yeah. Turns out I have an impregnation kink.
Apparently, that really turned her on, too, because she came at the same time. I knew she wanted children, I remembered that from our trip. I never thought to ask if she was still on birth control, though. Turns out she was.
I remember us holding each other for a while and then I had to roll to one side to avoid crushing her. I ended up on my back and she was curled up beside me, head on my chest. I have no idea what time that was. I can tell you it was the best sleep I’ve ever had. I vaguely remember waking up once but I didn’t hear anything unusual so I went back to sleep.
Tammy loves those little internet inspirational memes, like the one that goes “Failure to plan is planning to fail”. We failed to plan and that was how we were discovered. My parents first clue something was off was when they pulled up at 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning and there were lights on all over the first floor. Kitchen, den, and entryway. The deadbolt to the front door was unlocked as well.
The second clue was the coats on the floor in the entryway.
The third clue was Tammy’s bedroom door was open and there was a light on in the room. My bedroom door was open but there was no light on and the bed was empty.
They poked their head inside Tammy’s door and got a really good look at her beautiful ass pointed straight at the door. She was stark naked, draped over me, head on my chest with my arm around her, and sound asleep. I was also sound asleep and apparently buck naked as well, based on the clothes all over the floor. The room also smelled like sex.
I would have thought, given the circumstances, that most parents, including mine, would have woken up the entire neighborhood at that time. What did mine do? They apparently considered their options and elected to return downstairs and wait until 8:30 a.m. to send us a text.
*Shower. Dress. Downstairs in 1 hr.* was the text we got simultaneously at 8:30 Sunday morning. For once, Tammy was the one decompensating. I figured that since I wasn’t dead and they didn’t wake us up, we weren’t going to get kicked out or arrested. I thought we were in dangerous waters, sure, but certainly not in mortal danger..
I showered first and went to get dressed while Tammy showered. I would have preferred to shower together but this was not the time for that. We dressed in our usual winter morning wear, t-shirts and pajama pants. I was waiting for her when she came out of her room. I gave her a good long hug and a kiss, we said “I love you” to each other and then went to face the music.
We walked in holding hands and sat down next to each other at the table, across from my parents. Mom was acting, well, different. She seemed a little distracted. I chalked it up to lack of sleep later, when we found out what time they had come home this morning. Dad just looked tired.
He explained how they found us. He never got mad. Mom didn’t speak. Occasionally, she’d look at Dad and then at us, but that was it.
“How long?”. His tone was even and conversational, but it really wasn’t friendly. He wanted an answer.
“Last night.” I told him. I tried not to let my voice shake. I don’t think I succeeded.
He looked at Tammy. “You still on the pill?”
She couldn’t look him in the eye. She just nodded her head and sniffled.
He sighed. “What the hell were you two thinking?”
I could only sit there and look at him. I didn’t have an answer that wouldn’t result in a particularly gruesome death. My mom still had the thousand yard stare. Tammy could only sit there, stare at her hands and sniffle occasionally.
“What’s done is done. Is this a serious thing between you two or what?” He just sat there looking at us.
I reached over and took Tammy’s hand. “Yes, sir, I believe it is.” Tammy finally looked up at Dad and nodded in agreement.
“Okay, then. Here are the rules. One, you need to be very careful outside this house. Very, very careful. Two, you’ll have to use some sort of birth control while you live in this house, don’t care who does it, don’t care how it’s done. Make it happen. That’s it.”
Tammy finally spoke. “You — You’re not mad?”
“No, honey. We were afraid this was going to happen after you two came back from that trip. Mitchell was acting so different, we thought you had already slept together. We didn’t want to bring it up because we didn’t know how to. When you kept to your own rooms and acted relatively normal, we were relieved. I guess that was the calm before the storm.” Dad just shook his head.
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